1 Shall man, O God of light and life,
Forever molder in the grave?
Canst thou forget thy glorious work.
Thy promise, and thy power to save?

2 In those dark realms of night and gloom
Shall peace and hope no more arise?
No future morning light the tomb,
Nor day-star gild the darksome skies?

3 Cease, cease, ye vain, desponding fears!
When Christ, our Lord, from darkness sprang,
Death, the last foe, was captive led,
And heaven with praise and wonder rang.

4 Faith sees the bright eternal doors
Unfold to make his children way;
They shall be clothed with endless life,
And shine in everlasting day.